#also shoutout to finally having a standing mirror; my mom gave me her dresser while i was gone

[captorcorp]

wanna get used to taking more pictures of myself so here's me fucking around in norman cos (with my wig unstyled despite only putting it on to style it shdksg) and an owl plush i have ^^

[meangirlsx]

The End You Meant for Me (Part 3)

Pairing: Lydia Deetz x reader

Word count: 2144

Warning(s): None

Request: “Okay so like Lydia and her girlfriend spending a second christmas together and reader gets everyone in the house a gift, even beetlejuice! Lydia sees this as a huge step in their relationship because she sees how much her girlfriend has changed in a year considering she was very nervous, felt bad only getting Lydia a gift. To how shes more open and friendly with Charles and Delia, how she pokes fun at Beetlejuice, and how close she is to Adam and Barbara. Lyds is just head over heels in love.” and “Would you mind doing a Lydia x Reader (or Cady x Reader if you still write for Mean Girls) during the holidays? Christmas perhaps?”

Note: MAJOR thank you shoutout to @sophiascaruso for talking to me endlessly as I threw her questions and ideas while I wrote. This fic is brought to you by my brain that won’t shut up and my now very ready for a break fingers, but also by her unwavering patience and brilliance. She is a blessing.

And a final thank you to @spooky-scary-lesbian for the request! I had no idea it was going to be three parts when she sent it to me. It’s also long enough that it turns out it could’ve been five or six if I split for length instead of content. But I looooooooooved writing this so much! Thank you!

Part 1  Part 2

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You stepped into Lydia’s room and shut the door behind you. You looked around for a moment. You loved how it was a perfect representation of her younger years as well as a few things from more recent years.

You set your purse on the bed, trying not to draw too much attention to it. You wanted to give her time to focus on her mother’s locket.

“Help me put it on?” she asked, standing in front of the mirror.

You walked up behind her and took the locket from her.

You hadn’t spent much time in her old room with her before. Not enough to really carefully look at everything. Looking at the dresser in front of her, you noticed a photo of her you hadn’t seen before.

She looked younger. Maybe around high school. Not that she looked much older than that, now. She wore a black dress with safety pins along the neckline. Her hair was cut to her chin and, most notably, black. It was a stark contrast from her now: long hair dyed so light blonde it was almost white, with darker roots because she hadn’t touched it up in a few weeks, and the owner of a massive collection of sweaters in a wide variety of colors. She’d told you before that she only wore black for a long time after her mom died, but she had never mentioned her hair.

“You dyed your hair black?” you asked.

“In high school, yeah,” she said. “Right before my mom’s funeral. I made the switch from black to blonde the summer before college. It felt like the right time for a fresh start. A physical change to remind me of the person I was becoming instead of who I was. That me will always be a part of me, but I wanted to focus on…”

She trailed off, so you filled in her words. “Who you wanted to become. I get that.”

She gathered her hair in one hand and lifted it out of the way. Reaching around her and through her arm, you clasped the locket behind her neck, and she let go of her hair. It was the little moments like that, the simplest ones, that you loved most.

She brought her hand up to touch the locket.

“I always thought it looked so elegant on her,” she said.

“I think it looks elegant on you, too.”

That made her smile. “Did my dad tell you what it means to our family?” She sat at the foot of her bed.

You sat beside her. “He said your mom’s father got it from his mom to propose to your grandma. And that she passed it on to him when he and your mom got engaged.”

“My mom said she liked to think of it as our family’s symbol of true love. I thought it sounded kind of dumb when I was younger, but...I like it.” Her eyes were shining just like Charles’s did when he talked about Emily. “He gave it to you at Thanksgiving?”

“He did,” you said, but you drew your eyebrows together, not sure how she knew that.

“I mean, I knew something was going on. But I had no idea it was this.”

You should have known she’d be able to put it together. She was always thinking faster than everyone around her.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. “Of course you knew.”

“Everyone seemed too enthusiastic about Delia’s digestion meditation while you and my dad stayed downstairs. And they’ve all been acting just a little weird since then. I mean, more than their normal amount. I swear, everyone who lives in this house is a horrible liar. Thinking of that and seeing the small jewelry box, I sort of wondered… But I know we both hate public proposals. I expected it to be maybe a necklace or something, but this… This was the best surprise. And we even got each other the same type of gift. Something that sort of...solidifies our future.”

You almost wanted to laugh. “Yeah. We did.”

Then her eyes dropped to something behind you and she seemed very distracted. “You brought your purse.”

You felt your adrenaline spike. You were pretty sure she could’ve figured it out, anyway, but having just mentioned proposals and your future together, her mind was already there. You could see it in her eyes. She didn’t say it, of course. She didn’t need to. You knew there would also be a small part of her that was afraid to say it and make you feel bad if she thought you were proposing and you weren’t.

But you were. And you were ready. “I actually have one more thing I wanted to give you, but I wanted to give it to you in private.”

You knew there was no point in hiding the box, so you took it out of your purse and held it in your lap.

“A small jewelry box,” she said. Her voice was almost a whisper. You weren’t sure she’d even meant to say it out loud.

“You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever known. You’re always ten steps ahead of everyone else because your mind never stops. I’m biased, but I think you have the best sense of humor of anyone I’ve ever met. You’re always ready to offer a solution to a problem or help find one. Your compassion is unparalleled. You don’t let anyone feel bad for being strange and unusual, if you can help it. You give them someone who will listen. You show them how to view their differences and insecurities as strengths. How their individuality makes them special. You see someone hurting and you jump into action. You understand how they feel, and even when you’re not sure how to help them, you don’t stop trying until you’ve figured it out. And you don’t stop fighting there. You get involved in everything you can that helps other people. And animals. And the planet. You inspire the rest of us all the time. You make everyone around you better, and I’m honored to be one of those people. To be the one you choose to love, every day.”

She was crying, now, but she hadn’t stopped smiling.

“Lydia, I love you. I love laughing at the most ridiculous things with you. I love how much we try to look out for each other and protect each other. I love how we push each other to always be the best we can be. I never even imagined I could love someone this much, and I still feel like it gets stronger every day. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you more every day.”

You took a breath, kneeled in front of her, and opened the box. It wasn’t quite a gasp, but she let out an audible breath.

“Will you marry me?”

Everything seemed frozen again. Your heart was still pounding, but you weren’t nervous anymore.

Through her tears came a distinct, gentle, but enthusiastic, “Yes.” She leaned down to kiss you, then enveloped you in a hug.

It felt like an eternity before you broke apart, and you didn’t mind one bit.

She held her hand out between you so you could place the ring on her finger.

You’d done your best to choose something simple, elegant, and her. A silver band. Three little diamonds on either side of a larger black diamond in the shape of an oval.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. “It’s black.”

“Black diamond,” you said with a nod. “It’s your favorite color. It’s like your color. And like you said, it will always be a part of you.”

“I love it. I love you.” She pulled you to your feet, gave you another kiss, and another hug. “It’s perfect.”

You leaned your head against hers. You were content to enjoy these moments with her before you went back downstairs.

She began to wipe her tears, then scrunched up her face a bit. “Do you hear that?” she asked.

You listened, but you only heard silence. “I don’t hear anything…”

“Exactly. No talking. No laughing. Not even something on the TV. They knew you were going to propose now?”

“Yeah, they did.”

She got a mischievous smile and took your hand. She opened the door as quietly as possible. Tapping her finger to her lips, she led you out of her room and down the hall.

The second you reached the top of the stairs, you heard quick shuffling in the living room. You observed everyone as you came down the stairs together.

Charles hadn’t moved. Delia was beside him on the couch like she had been before, but she was adjusting herself like she had just sat down, and breathing like she had just run across the room. Barbara and Adam were also in their chairs, but they didn’t seem to notice that they had switched places. Beetlejuice had moved, too, but that wasn’t unusual for him whether or not he’d been attempting to eavesdrop. And they all had their eyes locked on you and Lydia.

“What?” Lydia asked when you hit the bottom of the stairs.

“Uh, we were just…” Delia started but couldn’t finish.

“Playing a game,” Adam said.

“Yes,” Barbara said. “A game where you have to think. In silence. A lot. About...um…”

Lydia laughed and looked at you as she said, “You guys really are the worst liars.”

You laughed, too.

She held up her hand and rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling.

Delia and Barbara started squealing, and you were pretty sure Adam was doing something along those lines, too. The entire group rushed over to hug both of you.

You couldn’t even tell who was saying what, there were so many variations of “Congratulations!” and “We’re so happy for you!” flying around.

“We were so worried when you came down like nothing happened!” Delia said. “We couldn’t hear anything from the stairs.”

“You guys should know by now my room is basically sound-proof. BJ helped me set it up in high school so I could play music at whatever volume I wanted to.”

“I tried to tell ‘em,” Beetlejuice said.

Lydia swung your hands and smiled at you, then at the group. “But it was perfect.”

Everyone started talking at once again.

They had questions, but eventually you and Lydia convinced everyone to watch a Christmas movie.

Charles and Delia brought out all the desserts everyone had made to snack on during the movie.

You and Lydia grabbed a blanket and joined Charles and Delia on the couch. You practically only took one spot, Lydia cuddled in so close to you. She let her head rest on your shoulder. She stayed that way the entire movie, holding onto you like her life depended on it. You made sure to hold her as closely and tightly as you could.

When it was time to say goodbye, everyone congratulated you again and asked when you’d be visiting next.

You and Lydia got back into her car, complete with leftovers from Delia, as usual. Before Lydia started the car, you asked if you could drive by your new apartment. She loved the idea.

She had meant it when she said it was close to her family’s house. You didn’t time it, but you thought it took somewhere between five and ten minutes.

She pointed to a window on the third floor and said, “That one’s ours. And there’s an elevator. Don’t worry.”

The building looked really nice. And it looked like a really nice neighborhood, too.

Between the streetlights, house lights still on, and lit decorations in yards further down the block, the street was bathed in light. You knew it wouldn’t always look like that, but it felt warm and inviting.

“It’s going to be our home,” you said, reaching over the console to hold her hand. “It feels like home.”

“Anywhere feels like home with you.” She squeezed your hand. “You’re my home.”

You turned to look at her, ready to respond, but she scrunched up her nose and shut her eyes.

“I think I was temporarily possessed by a Hallmark movie writer,” she said.

You tried not to laugh. You knew what considering you her home meant to her. But her reaction really was funny, and she was laughing, now, so you laughed along with her.

Once you’d both calmed down, you squeezed her hand just enough to prompt her to meet your eyes. “But just for the record, you’re mine, too.”

She pulled your hand so she could hold your arm against her, and you both turned back to the apartment.

“We’re going to live here,” you said. “With our cat.”

Lydia stared down at her ring, then gave you a big smile. “I can’t wait.”

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